Double Identity

Chapter 14 : Problems. Big Problems.

Chapter 14 : Problems. Big Problems.

Kiana P.O.V.

Lately, Mark had been hanging out with me a lot less than he used to. He seemed to be out of his league, ever since that Frank guy came aboard. Actually, believe it or not, I only met him once. Whenever the boys have cityday, Frank just seems too… Disappear out of sight just before I arrive. Personally, I think it’s kind of creepy. It happened almost every single time.

Then there’s also the Ball issue. Mark and I had been dating since before Christmas of freshman year. Dear cousin Paul (Just Kidding, he’s hideous, and doesn’t seem to know what moisturizer is) introduced us. Every single year since then, he invited me to his Mother’s yearly masquerade ball. That year, though, he didn’t. He gave the invitation to Frank. To Frank! It was preposterous, and honestly, extremely humiliating. I had to return a dress. A dress!

But, he did say sorry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t invite you, Kiana.” We were in the middle of the Breadstix Café in the middle of March.

“Mark, this is unacceptable! You’ve invited me every other time! What’s with the change of heart?” I was angry. Seriously angry.

“Kiana, I just… Couldn’t leave Frank. He’s new, and I felt sorry for him.”

“Frank? Frank? It’s always about Frank! When is it going to be about me, huh?”

“Almost every other time, it is about you, babe. Can’t you let someone be in the spotlight once in a while?” When Mark said this, I felt like I would combust.

“MARK! I’M YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” I shouted across the tiny, two-seater table. People started to look, but honestly, I couldn’t care less.

“Kiana, please. You’re causing a scene,” He said calmly.

“MARK!”

“Kiana, stop being so selfish!” Mark stood up as well, and he towered over me. I had to think of something that would make him crack. Fast.

“You know what?” I pointed one of my perfectly manicured nails, and jabbed his hard-rock chest. Luckily, my nail didn’t break. “I slept with Frank, just to see what all this fuss was about. He wasn’t even any fun. How could you replace me with him?”

“HE WHAT?!” I internally smirked. That got him. Frank was gonna be dead. Without another word, Mark turned around and left Breadstix. Bye-bye Franky.

Mark P.O.V.

I was furious. So furious, that, literally, there where red spots obscuring my vision. How could Frank do that? How could he sleep with my girl? I admit, I did cheat on Kiana by kissing the mystery girl and didn’t tell her, but still. Frank knew that Kiana was mine.

Once in the cab and on the way back to Connor Stanley, I let my mind wonder. I thought about the betrayal that Frank did. It kept on circling through my mind. But something constantly kept coming back.

That face. Half of it might have been covered up by a mask, but I knew it was a face of pure beauty. Her eyes captured me the most. It was just a… kaleidoscope of different shades of brown. It was amazing. I swear I could look through them for a whole day and never get tired of him. I knew that I’ve seen the eyes before, but for some reason, I couldn’t remember where.

“Sir, we’re here,” The cab driver announced when we stopped. I snapped out of my thoughts and memories, and quickly paid him a twenty. Before he was able to hand me my change, I was already running towards the main entrance, fuelled by the anger I had on Frank.

Running through the front doors, people all around stared at me. Obviously, I made a lot of noise. Obviously, I didn’t care. I just kept running, and running, and running, until I reached Room 303. I burst through the door, and everyone in the room whipped their heads towards me. I kept my eyes glued to Frank, as my hands came out towards him.

Anthony P.O.V.

Mark’s right hand balled into a fist, and to my horror, he pulled it back, and struck Franchesca right in the face. I just stared, open mouthed. Mark wasn’t usually a violent person, bitching and talking, maybe, but no violet. Everyone else in the room just stared at the two, except Franchesca. Franchesca looked furious as well.

“What the hell?!” She yelled at him. Franchesca stood up as well, and, since she was still on top of the bed, she towered over him. Mark didn’t seem to be withered at all.

“HOW DARE YOU!” Mark shouted up at her. He took a blow with his right hand again, this time to her stomach. Franchesca howled in pain, and collapsed on the bed. Mark straddled her, pinning her down. With his left hand, he took a very, very powerful blow to her face, and a crunching sound echoed throughout the room. Derek and Paul finally stood up.

“Dude, stop it,” Derek said as he attempted to pull Mark off of Franchesca.

“You’re killing him,” Paul added as he helped Derek.

“Get off me!” Mark tried to shrug Paul and Derek off, but they hanged on tight to his arms. I, on the other hand, was still frozen in my place. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Eventually though, they were able to hall Mark off Franchesca. But it wasn’t soon enough. As they were pulling Mark away, he was able to get one good kick towards Franchesca’s chest. She screamed, and the air was knocked out of her.

“Oh, dear God!” I ran up to the side of her bed, put my right arm underneath her neck, and lifted it slightly to allow air to have a clearer flow. I started lightly slapping the side of her face. “Wake up, Frank, wake up.” She didn’t stir. I checked her pulse, and it was barely there. Her lungs were being squashed. I turned to the rest of the people in the room. Derek and Paul were still holding of Mark, and they were against the wall opposite of the beds. I couldn’t let Franchesca die. I saddled her, and tore her shirt off.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Paul asked.

“Just shut the hell up,” I told him. “Grab me a Swiss knife, will you?” I asked no one in particular. I looked back at them. “NOW!” Derek moved, and Paul kept Mark at bay in an arm lock.

“Here.” Derek handed me his knife.

“Thanks.” I put the blade in between the strings in her corset thing and pulled the knife towards me. One by one, the strings broke, and the corset started to separate. When it was open, I took the thing off Franchesca, and I was thankful she had a tank top on. I wouldn’t have wanted her to flash in front of everybody.

“What the fuck?!” I heard Derek say. “Frank’s a fucking girl?!”

“Yes you idiot. She is,” I said sourly. From behind, Mark and Paul started to walk towards the bed. I unsaddled Franchesca, and sat to her right, giving Mark a full view of her unconscious body. “You happy now?!” I told him angrily.

“Oh God. I hit a girl,” He said flatly. Paul punched Mark across the face.

“YOU MORON,” He said.

“I deserved that.”

“Yes, yes you did.” Paul turned back to me. “Is she ok?”

“Hopefully.” I looked back at Franchesca’s sleeping figure.

“Who is Frank really?” Mark asked curiously. I looked at him and shot him the death glare.

“You wanna know who she is?” I carefully tore Franchesca’s wig away. When he saw who she was, he took a sharp inhale of breath. “She’s Franchesca. She’s the girl you kissed at the Ball!”

“She’s what?” Was his intelligent answer. I stood up, and faced him full on.

“She’s the girl you couldn’t stop talking about.”